Chapter 1303: River of Forgetfulness

Guizhi's face turned so red it was unbearable, and only when Geng Zhong stepped out did Miss Hongxiu stop teasing her.

"My lord Hongxiu, my wife is shy; please do not say such things."

Miss Hongxiu had simply seen her familiar young lady friend pregnant and, unable to hold back for a moment, spoke out.

"Very well, very well, I understand; Geng Zhong truly protects his wife."

Yet, though play is play, serious matters must still be done.

Miss Hongxiu looked at Geng Zhong and asked about his recent situation.

"Here is the situation: through the efforts of all in the Demon Realm, half a year ago the sealing power of the Tower of Demon Locking finally weakened slightly, but unexpectedly, since that time, many Daoist Priests have entered the Demon Realm; they all wish to reach the Tower of Demon Locking to reinforce its sealing power. We deliberated and dispatched all soldiers of the Demon Realm to investigate every location, ensuring those Daoist Priests would not take advantage of the opening."

These words made Xiao Han snort coldly: "They claim righteousness for themselves, yet they are precisely the most vicious ones!"

Xiao Han's voice caused Geng Zhong to quickly turn and look at him.

Just now, because of the relationship between Guizhi and Miss Hongxiu, Geng Zhong had forgotten that Xiao Han was also present here.

"Xiao Han, you... you have returned!" Geng Zhong's eyes were filled with joy.

Xiao Han raised his hand and removed his mask: "Yes, I have returned, Geng Zhong."

"This is truly wonderful; if the King knew, he would be overjoyed. We have indeed searched for you for a very, very long time." As he spoke, tears even fell from the large man before them.

Ning Chen looked at these people; now he could roughly sort out the relationships among everyone present, but their primary purpose for coming this time should not be to exchange old stories, right?

"Where is the Tower of Demon Locking?" Ning Chen looked at Geng Zhong and spoke.

This sudden remark interrupted Geng Zhong's desire to exchange old stories with Xiao Han.

He looked at Miss Hongxiu and Xiao Han, unsure whether to respond to Ning Chen's words.

"It is fine, Geng Zhong; lead us there. They are all trustworthy people." Miss Hongxiu spoke decisively.

Since Miss Hongxiu had said so, Geng Zhong naturally would not hesitate any further; moreover, saving their King was also a very important matter.

"Everyone, follow me."

Geng Zhong led the group out of the Demon Palace and continued straight ahead.

"Everyone, wait a moment first."

In a very open place, Geng Zhong suddenly stopped.

Facing the group, he suddenly formed hand seals with both hands; immediately, a huge magical array appeared beneath everyone's feet, and this array looked very much like the one Miss Hongxiu had used before.

After a flash of light, the group was no longer in the same place.

They were beside a river, and nearby stood a signboard inscribed with "Naiheqiao."

"Naiheqiao? Is this not the place where souls are ferried?" Lin Yi looked at the signboard with some surprise.

Miss Hongxiu looked at Lin Yi, somewhat puzzled: "How do you know this?"

"In our place, there are roughly stories about this; although those stories are all fictional, we also know that Naiheqiao is where souls are ferried."

Miss Hongxiu looked at Lin Yi with curiosity: "When you return, can you tell me those stories? I would quite like to hear them."

"Of course, but they are mostly false."

Ning Chen came to the bank of Naiheqiao; the entire river surface was shrouded in mist, hazy and making it impossible to see the distance clearly.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of a bell rang out; a bright light approached from afar, moving slowly forward.

Strangely enough, although everything else was invisible, this bright light shone clearly.

"On Naiheqiao, one speaks of Naihe; right and wrong do not cross Naiheqiao."

A voice full of antiquity came through; upon hearing it, one felt a peculiar sensation, as if crossing the torrent of time and traversing a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers.

A small boat appeared in Ning Chen's sight; an old man poling the boat was smiling at the group.

"Several guests, do you wish to cross the river?"

Although the old man appeared unremarkable, his entire person carried an inexplicable sense of pressure.

Gu Yanqi felt somewhat afraid; she shivered, then shrank behind Ning Chen.

"Grandpa, we wish to go to the Tower of Demon Locking; this will trouble you." Miss Hongxiu lifted one foot and stepped onto the boat; the entire boat remained steady, without even the slightest tremor.

"It is you, girl; it has been a long time. But are these all your friends?" The old man seemed very familiar with Miss Hongxiu; he spoke to her with a smile.

"Of course; these are all my friends."

"Hahaha, very good, very good; having friends is good. By the way, where is that young man? Has he not been found yet?"

Miss Hongxiu looked at Xiao Han and said with a smile: "Look, isn't he right there?"

Just as Miss Hongxiu finished speaking, Xiao Han also stepped onto the boat.

The old man looked Xiao Han up and down, then nodded: "Not bad; this time you look much more spirited than last time, and it seems you have also seen through quite a few things."

Xiao Han clasped both hands before his chest, bowed deeply to the old man, and said: "Thank you for your guidance."

"Hahaha, it was merely a small effort. By the way, everyone, come aboard quickly; I shall ferry you to your destination."

Ning Chen looked at the boat below, wrapped one arm around Gu Yanqi, exerted force with his feet, and flew up onto it.

As soon as they boarded, the old man called the two to come before him.

Lin Yi, Huo Jinglin, and Xu Chenchen also boarded the boat one after another; as soon as they stepped on, they found Ning Chen staring eye-to-eye with the old man.

"Grandpa, is there a problem?" Miss Hongxiu looked at Ning Chen, then turned to the old man and asked in confusion.

"There is a problem; naturally there is a problem. Your entire body is radiant; you are a person of utmost purity, but what is strange is that, although you are of utmost purity, you are not of utmost goodness." The old man looked at Ning Chen and analyzed.

Then the old man looked at Gu Yanqi: "You have lost one soul and one spirit among your three souls and six spirits. What is strange is that, although one soul and one spirit are lost, your soul is being nourished, which means nothing will happen to you."

After saying this, Gu Yanqi looked at Ning Chen, somewhat puzzled: "Chen, what does he mean?"

Ning Chen did not expect that this old man could see through them; it seemed this world was absolutely not so simple.

He patted Gu Yanqi's head and said: "It is fine."

Since Ning Chen had said so, Gu Yanqi naturally believed him; she nodded and stopped thinking about it, moreover, she did not feel anything was wrong with herself.

The old man understood something and said no more: "Young man, you are the benefactor of everyone; you are a benefactor, and also a benefactor to yourself. You are a person of rare opportunity in a thousand years. I, this old man, have nothing more to say; those who can be by your side have cultivated good fortune over a thousand years."

After speaking with Ning Chen, the old man turned to Xiao Han: "No wonder you could see through it so quickly—you have such a person beside you! Hahaha, it seems this is all fate. Good, very good."